作词 : Justin Craigen/Ronald Sams Jr
作曲 : H3 beats
Oh
Oh
Bouncing with this beat
Showing you I got that swag ain't that neat?
An unbelievable feat I can't let this go incomplete
I've put in the work, here's the time sheet
If you don't believe me, you can take a seat
I'll explain everything in front of your face
Don't get scared when I speak in upper case
I just want you to up and leave out of my place
This is my living space
You being here that's a disgrace
But I love attacking it's a thrilling chase
Things remain, Killin all of the saints
Skinny waisted bitches ain't the same
Talking shit
Pills in the brain
What a silly name
Your style chances more than diddy's did with his name
I'm known for my music in this game
People know you from your ho'ish ways
See I got the game the game don't got me
**** with me I'll make you bleed
Locked up twice, some bullshit and y'all know that ain't me
People on the outside screaming let him free
Writting free, lighting weed chilling in the couch blowing clouds you see
Gotta keep a stash for bail for all them legal fees
My pen game is something these mother****ers never seen
Not knowing I'm making master pieces
Laughter is needed
Weather it's easy
I'll keep going til the pressure increases
Destroying the track into pieces
Yeah
Honestly they sleepin
Cause I got em bleedin
Cut throat
From the last show
Long bus ride back to my home
To the south side
Cause A nigga really that broke
But I get hoes
At the front door
Waitin for a niggah pull up to the next show
So really gotta figure out wassup
Wit a niggah
Cause a niggah really ain’t dope so
I Approached the scene
Wit hopes and dream
I feel the pain
No games the same
Sorry to say this
I can’t cope this way
Still that dream remains
That I’ll be great
No self shame
I gotta aim
Barrel to the brain
Shyts insane
No time for the games
So easy
(yeah)
Why they tryin me
I bust rhymes in no time
Like busta rhymes and c breezy my guy
When I wake up to the bat you better scream cause it's over
I’m trynna be sober (HA) I told ya
Niggah I don't got bars. I'm terrible
But when start hittin the Pen I'm incomparable
Like Mike Tyson and jet lee it's unbearable
So hypothetically speaking to me your historical.
My pen game is something these mother****ers never seen
Not knowing I'm making master pieces
Laughter is needed
Weather it's easy
I'll keep going til the pressure increases
Destroying the track into pieces
Yeah
作词 : Justin Craigen/Ronald Sams Jr
作曲 : H3 beats
Oh
Oh
Bouncing with this beat
Showing you I got that swag ain't that neat?
An unbelievable feat I can't let this go incomplete
I've put in the work, here's the time sheet
If you don't believe me, you can take a seat
I'll explain everything in front of your face
Don't get scared when I speak in upper case
I just want you to up and leave out of my place
This is my living space
You being here that's a disgrace
But I love attacking it's a thrilling chase
Things remain, Killin all of the saints
Skinny waisted bitches ain't the same
Talking shit
Pills in the brain
What a silly name
Your style chances more than diddy's did with his name
I'm known for my music in this game
People know you from your ho'ish ways
See I got the game the game don't got me
**** with me I'll make you bleed
Locked up twice, some bullshit and y'all know that ain't me
People on the outside screaming let him free
Writting free, lighting weed chilling in the couch blowing clouds you see
Gotta keep a stash for bail for all them legal fees
My pen game is something these mother****ers never seen
Not knowing I'm making master pieces
Laughter is needed
Weather it's easy
I'll keep going til the pressure increases
Destroying the track into pieces
Yeah
Honestly they sleepin
Cause I got em bleedin
Cut throat
From the last show
Long bus ride back to my home
To the south side
Cause A nigga really that broke
But I get hoes
At the front door
Waitin for a niggah pull up to the next show
So really gotta figure out wassup
Wit a niggah
Cause a niggah really ain’t dope so
I Approached the scene
Wit hopes and dream
I feel the pain
No games the same
Sorry to say this
I can’t cope this way
Still that dream remains
That I’ll be great
No self shame
I gotta aim
Barrel to the brain
Shyts insane
No time for the games
So easy
(yeah)
Why they tryin me
I bust rhymes in no time
Like busta rhymes and c breezy my guy
When I wake up to the bat you better scream cause it's over
I’m trynna be sober (HA) I told ya
Niggah I don't got bars. I'm terrible
But when start hittin the Pen I'm incomparable
Like Mike Tyson and jet lee it's unbearable
So hypothetically speaking to me your historical.
My pen game is something these mother****ers never seen
Not knowing I'm making master pieces
Laughter is needed
Weather it's easy
I'll keep going til the pressure increases
Destroying the track into pieces
Yeah